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And be the joys that most we prize,
The joys that from thy favour rise!

HYMN LXI. C. M.

Man to join the inanimate creation in praising God. 1 Lord of the world's majestic frame! Stupendous are thy ways;

Thy various works declare thy name,
And all resound thy praise.

2 The heavens thy matchless skill display,
With all the stars of light;
The splendid sun that rules the day,
The silver moon by night.

3 And while those radiant orbs of light,
That shine from pole to pole,

In silent harmony unite

To praise thee as they roll;

4 O shall not we of human race
The glorious concert join?
Shall not the children of thy grace
Attempt the theme divine?

5 Not all the feeble notes of time

Can show forth God's high praise;
Nor all the noblest strains sublime
That earth or heaven can raise.

6 Yet this shall be our best employ,
Through life's uncertain days;
And in the realms of boundless joy,
Eternal be thy praise.

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Praise to God for his greatness and mercy.

1 Glory be to God on high!
God, whose glory fills the sky;
Peace on earth to man forgiven,
Man, the well-belov'd of heaven;
Glory be to God on high!
God, whose glory fills the sky.

2 Favour'd mortals, raise the song ;
Endless thanks to God belong!
Hearts o'erflowing with his praise,
Join the hymns your voices raise.

3 Call the tribes of beings round,
From creation's utmost bound!
Where the Godhead shines confess'd,
There be solemn praise address'd.

4 Mark the wonders of his hand;
Power, no empire can withstand;
Wisdom, angels' glorious theme;
Goodness, one eternal stream.

5 Awful Being! from thy throne
Send thy promis'd blessings down;
Let thy light, thy truth, thy peace,
Bid our raging passions cease.
Glory be, &c.

HYMN LXIII. C. M.

The God of nature invoked.

1 Hail, great Creator, wise and good!
To thee our songs we raise;
Nature, through all her various scenes,
Invites us to thy praise.

2 At morning, noon, and evening mild,
Fresh wonders strike our view;
And while we gaze, our hearts exult,
With transports ever new.

3 Thy glory beams in every star
Which gilds the gloom of night;
And decks the smiling face of morn
With rays of cheerful light.

4 The lofty hill, the humble vale,
With countless beauties shine:
The silent grove, the awful shade,
Proclaim thy power divine.

5 Great nature's God! still may these scenes

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Our serious hours engage;

Still may our grateful hearts consult
Thy works' instructive page.

6 And while, in all thy wondrous works,
Thy varied love we see;
Still may the contemplation lead
Our hearts, O God! to thee.

HYMN LXIV. S. M.

Praise.

1 Almighty Maker, God!
How wondrous is thy name!
Thy glories how diffus'd abroad
Through the creation's frame!

2 Nature in every dress

Her humble homage pays,
And finds a thousand ways t' express
Thine undissembled praise.

3 In native white and red The rose and lily stand,

And, free from pride, their beauties spread, To show thy skilful hand.

4 The lark mounts up the sky,

With unambitious song,

And bears her Maker's praise on high Upon her artless tongue.

5 My soul would rise and sing To her Creator too;

Fain would my tongue adore my King,
And pay the worship due.

6 But pride, that busy sin,
Spoils all that I perform;
Curs'd pride, that creeps securely in,
And swells a haughty worm.

7 Thy glories I abate,

Or praise thee with design;
Some of thy favours I forget,
Or think the merit mine.

8 The very songs I frame
Are faithless to thy cause,
And steal the honours of thy name
To build their own applause.

9 Create my soul anew,

Else all my worship's vain;

This wretched heart will ne'er be true,

Until 'tis form'd again.

HYMN LXV. P. M.

Thanksgiving and praise.

1 My soul, praise the Lord!

Speak good of his name ;
His mercies record,
His bounties proclaim;

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